Notes

My first post on tumblr! It's the drafted sequel to 'Bargain' for Giotto x Haru that I didn't like how it turned out. I know a few were curious and now I finally have a platform to post my incompleted or 'drafted/discarded' work! :) Hopefully I'll have time to post other incompleted work or any work that I have written, but didn't have any plans on actually posting on my blog.

As for my current WIP, I'm currently working on Ambigram!

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Curiosity Killed the Cat - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 1886

Summary: AU; A spy, a traitor... none of that mattered to him. She had just proven herself to be a worthy carnivore he needed to test his skills against... but perhaps he was mistaken in just how exactly he wanted to bite her dead. HibarixHaru / 1886

My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!


I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!


Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.


Note: Erm.... I managed to post something in the end xD




Curiosity Killed the Cat

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“Don’t you dare do anything, you damn Prefect!” the harsh snarl of Storm Guardian’s voice crackled unpleasantly through the earpiece. Though it had been years since he had been the official Prefect of Namimori Junior High or any academic establishment of Namimori, old habits die hard. Hibari ignored the idiot’s angry blubbering in favor of turning his attention towards the slim figure before him. The room was encased in darkness due to the moonless night, but his honed eyes easily made out the woman before him.

Brown hair tied into a neat high pony tail with a soft pink ribbon and honey brown eyes that held a warning that spoke of how she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot the gun pointed at him. She wore black slacks that were easy to move in along with a simple white button up shirt complimented by a loose black jacket. Typical clothing worn by the high positioned detectives of the Namimori Police Force.

“We’ll be there shortly,” this time it was the Rain Guardian who spoke up. Unlike Gokudera’s guttural shouts, Yamamoto sounded eerily calm, holding a razor sharp edge that warned Hibari that he wasn’t to do anything. This was their prey to deal with.

Reflexively, the Cloud Guardian adjusted his grip on his tonfas.

“Hibari Kyoya,” the softness of her voice belied the cold gleam of her brown eyes. It was too soft. Too sweet. He had heard enough feminine voices belonging to enemies to know that gender had no play when it came to the art of combat. However, the way this woman spoke was much too gentle to belong to someone who was able to beat the future Decimo of the Vongola to an inch of his life.



“...it was... it was her,” Gokudera whispered from against the wall, having slumped onto the ground when his knees could no longer hold him up. “I... I saw her hold Decimo by the collar, h-holding him up like he was some sort of... fucking ragged doll! No... No, it was probably an illusion. Right? Baseball head, we were just seeing things, right? There’s no way that stupid woman could have... could have...”

The words trailed off when Yamamoto provided no reprieve. Instead, the taller boy simply stared grimly at the operating room where the Decimo currently was being worked on by the doctors. The other Guardians had been summoned, but while both Gokudera and Ryohei appeared distraught by the turn of events, Mukuro and Hibari looked mostly bored.

“A spy,” Reborn spoke up. All eyes turned to the young boy, the infant having grown several years older since the lifting of the Arcobaleno curse. He gripped the edge of his trademark fedora, his head tilted low so that none could see the expression on his face. “Apparently it had gone under the Vongola’s radar.”

“A spy for whom?” Yamamoto inquired quietly, but the ruggedness of his voice belied his true emotions. “There aren’t many mafia organizations out there who would want to make an enemy of us and even if she was.... a spy, she’s no assassin. She didn’t... kill Tsuna, even though she had a chance.”

For years he had rejected his role as the Rain Guardian of the Vongola. He had his own dreams and being considered a fighter for the mafia sounded so silly in his ears. Not to mention, after everything they’d been through, their titles seemed superficial at most. It seemed like a silent agreement... they would forever be tied by the Vongola, but the expected traditions seemed unlikely due to the peace they were able to forge during their adolescent years.

“That’s because she’s not from the mafia,” all eyes turned to the man who had entered into the hallway. There were more wrinkles on his face from before, but no one could deny the power that emanated from him. Sawada Iemitsu walked towards them with a grimness they hadn’t seen since the chaotic wars of the past.

“Then what exactly is she?” Mukuro inquired, sounding a bit bored by the development.

“NPA.” Reborn supplied and Gokudera gawked at them.

“The police?” The National Police Agency, to be exact.

“She was an insider who slipped in under our radar because she went by her father’s name.” Iemitsu continued, rubbing the back of his neck. When he’d heard what happened to his son and then the information that followed, he knew it was going to be a long night. “Miura Haru’s mother is Miura Tomiko... or should I say Akiyama Tomiko.”

The older man sighed when he was greeted by empty stares.

“Akiyama Tomiko is the present Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department and one hell of a woman. She’s known for cracking down on any and all illegal activities, before and after they’ve been committed. Her reputation precedes her... she has her foot in international incidents as well and has connections both within the U.S. and European Union.”

“But what does that have to do with Haru?” Yamamoto demanded, for once losing his infamous nonchalance. He couldn’t erase from his mind the sight of Haru tilting her head towards them, trails of blood –Tsuna’s blood!- staining her pale cheeks. No matter how ugly or crazy things got, she had been the one constant in the world, the one who’d always welcome them with open arms in the midst of all the violence. “So what if she’s related to the Superintendent General? Why did-How is she a spy?”

“If you knew of Akiyama Tomiko,” Reborn murmured, “then you’d know that it would not be beneath her to use her own child to become a tool she can use. After the deaths of the previous heirs to the Vongola, she’d most likely heard through her connections that I was recruited to train Tsuna to become worthy of that title... how convenient must it have been for her to have her daughter situated so nearby the future Vongola leader.”

“Okay, but why now? If Haru’s some crazy trained spy, why did they suddenly tell her to act now? It doesn’t make sense!”

“It makes every bit of sense,” Iemitsu snapped. It was impossible to rein in his temper, especially since it was his own son fighting for his life in the operating room. This was different from their past bouts. Tsuna was a man now, but it didn’t mean anything at the present moment because the last thing he’d seen before losing consciousness was a person he considered a good friend, someone he believed was wholeheartedly good and innocent, beating the ever loving shit out of him.

That level of agony would be enough to break even the strongest man.

“Akiyama Tomiko wants Haru to return to her for one thing only,” Reborn continued where Iemitsu couldn’t, easily maintaining his infamous composure, “and it’s in preparation for war.”

“War?” Hibari spoke softly, testing out the word that seemed to so smoothly roll off the tip of his tongue.

“Haru was ordered to attack Tsuna... if he fought back, it’d have easily provided the police with the incentive to send out an arrest warrant... if he didn’t fight back, which he didn’t, Haru was ordered to beat him until he was near dead.” Reborn gazed at the boys... no, men before him with the coldness that could only belong to an assassin of his caliber. “Regardless, the outcome would be the same. Using Haru, Akiyama Tomiko has now declared war on Vongola and all those who’d sworn loyalty to the Vongola name.”



“Say something, you damn Prefect!” Gokudera snapped and the volume of his voice tempted Hibari to rip the earpiece off. It was obvious that the Storm and Rain Guardians were too emotionally invested in this situation... not that it mattered to him.

Hibari lowered his body, readying himself for her advancement. Since the day he’d heard that she’d been able to defeat the pathetic herbivore, he’d been waiting for the opportunity to sample her skills. His eyes narrowed and the tonfa tilted slightly, moving in time to deflect the bullet that would have otherwise hit him by the shoulder.

“Don’t move,” Haru held onto the smoking gun, easily handling the recoil of the powerful weapon with one hand alone. A soft glint of metal briefly turned Hibari’s gaze to the throwing knives held by her other hand. Based on both weapons, long-range expert? “I know your weapons inside and out. There’s no way you can reach me before any of mine do... so don’t move.”

“You may know my weapons,” Hibari spoke nonchalantly, “but do you understand me as well?”

Without warning, he lunged for her. As if he’d worry about something as insignificant as bullets. Anything she threw at him, he’d simply evade and repel. If he got hit, no mere injury would be enough to stop him. His tonfas were more than enough for something as pathetic as a gun.

In mere seconds, he was upon her. His tonfas were raised up and high, but the minute he swung down, they were blocked by what looked like brass knuckles. Hibari narrowed his eyes. No, they were trench knives modified to have brass knuckles attached to them. He immediately leaped away when Haru threw his tonfas upward and swung her arms, the sharpened edge of her knives aimed for his throat.

Skidding backwards, Hibari felt the droplets of blood trailing down from the cut she’d made on his jaw line. So sleek and so fast. The moment she’d seen him run, she’d abandoned her gun and knives in favor of a close-ranged weapon.

How wise of her. Long-ranged weapons did nothing to him. She had a better chance of survival if she entered his domain.

“Hibari, what’s the situation?” Yamamoto’s voice crackled in his ears, but was ignored once more. Instead, Hibari leaned back onto the balls of his feet, clicking the button on his tonfas to release the ball and chains from the tip of his weapons.

“They’re coming for you,” Hibari remarked, casually spinning the spiked chains. “They’ll be here ten minutes from now.”

Haru smiled warily. It sounded as though Hibari was warning her of the other Guardians arrival, but in reality, he was simply asking her if she could defeat him in less than ten minutes. No, asking was not in Hibari’s nature.

This was a challenge.

But not one she’d time to waste on.

“Run and I will follow,” he warned before she could make a move. Haru paused in her movements and then looked up at him with a somber smile on her face. It was enough to make Hibari pause, wondering if this was a trick of hers. Instead, the corners of her eyes crinkled as her smile widened.

“Is that a promise?”

The question was unexpected and during the few seconds it took for him to process the question, Hibari’s guard was lowered. That was all the time Haru needed to kick her discarded throwing knives at him. He easily swatted them to the side with the chains on his tonfas, but during that moment, Haru shortened the distance between them.

Ridiculous, he thought as he moved the tonfas to hit her by the side of her temple... when something hard and strong ricocheted them away. Hibari’s eyes narrowed and internally cursed. There was a confident smile on her face, a smoking gun in her hand, before she spun and hit the butt of her gun onto the side of his head. It was enough to make him stagger backwards, hitting the wall with blood dribbling down his face.

In the span of the few seconds he took to recover and look up, she was gone.

The little minx.

Not to mention, a ridiculously fast.

Hibari gritted his teeth as he pushed himself off the wall. He turned his head when he heard the door to the room burst opening, Yamamoto and Gokudera rushing inside with their weapons ablaze.

“Where is she?” Gokudera demanded.

“Gone,” Yamamoto answered instead, eyeing the blood on Hibari’s face and the windows thrown open. He sheathed his sword, a hard glare in his eyes. “Why did you engage her? I told you-.”

The rest of his words were lost as Hibari leaped out of the window.



It would be months until their next encounter. Hibari would never forget the humiliation and anger from when he’d realized that he’d allowed her to escape. Even after he had given chase, he hadn’t found hair or hide of the damn minx. No words could describe the lethal predatory aura that had surrounded him when he’d heard that the Varia actually had gotten a shot at her a few weeks after he’d lost track of her.

She was his target. His prey.

No one else was allowed to touch her.

The moment he’d gotten word from one of his contacts of her possibly appearing in Belgium, he’d arrived there without bothering to inform the other Guardians. They’d gotten in his way during the previous bout, but not this time.

During his adolescent years, he would have rushed head first the moment he found his target. But he’d matured to the point of seeing the folly of such hot-headedness. Or perhaps it was more due to his discovering the thrill of a hunt.

The brown haired woman was followed by a three other plainclothes officers, stern faces strewn on all of them. It was obvious by their positioning that the woman was of a higher status than the others, their body language indicating a form of deference they had towards her that showed obvious rank.

But they were in his way and that wouldn’t do.

Haru barely had time to react when two of her men were thrown into the air, sending flying to the point that they’d most likely get knocked unconscious while hitting the ground. The third officer was only able to get his hand on his gun before the same fate befell him, his body sailing into the air while Haru stared at the source of the attack.

“Hibari-san,” she remarked coolly.

“Let’s finish what we stared,” he greeted in return, the chains of his tonfas already out and swinging in a menacing rhythm.

Haru didn’t reply, her hands remaining limp by her side.

“Or are you too much of a coward? A pathetic little herbivore that needs to be squashed?” Hibari goaded, the hypnotic hum of the chains growing louder as the speed increased, his patience running thin by her indifference. He decided to prod harder. “Or do you believe that you’ll receive some form of penance if you allow yourself to be defeated right here? That it’ll somehow make up for the wrong you committed when you nearly killed-.”

The air whistled as a throwing knife was aimed right at his head. Hibari didn’t even blink as the chains were tilted just enough to knock the knife to the side.

Finally, a reaction.

However, just as before, he was taken aback by the expression on her face. There was no anger or resentment. Only a somber smile on her face with her hand still poised from throwing the knife.

“I regret nothing.” She whispered and then raised her hand up.

Hibari’s eyes widened and he internally cursed, the chains on his tonfa moving even faster once his hears caught the sound of the incoming bullet.

Snipers!

He deflected the ones already shot and then quickly moved out of the way, leaping in between the nearby buildings to obtain some cover. His teeth were gritted as he could still see the damn woman standing in the middle of the street, the ridiculous smile on her face and her hand still held upward in a signal for the snipers. This woman, did she have everything already planned?

“Will you still follow?” her soft voice pierced through the tension, almost echoing within the empty streets.

“I will catch you,” he snarled out the vow.

Haru’s smiled widened as she turned around, her hand now raised in the air to bid farewell. “We’ll see about it.



Their next meeting didn’t take as long and this time, it wasn’t intentional.

Once Hibari had gotten word that the damn woman would be making an appearance in Cairo, he’d immediately boarded the plane that’d take him there. To him, it didn’t matter who was enemy or ally. All those who approached them were forcibly interrogated for answers concerning her whereabouts. It was starting to become an obsession, a need, to see her and continue their unfinished fight.

But the fight had evaporated from within him the moment he found her within the hotel room, blood soaking through the dirty carpet as she laid against the wall smeared with blood that was a mix of hers and the dead body a foot away from her. It wasn’t the sight of her beaten and bloodied that stopped him.

No, it was the blank glimmer in her eyes. The lack of the mischievous brown spark that glowed behind those solemn orbs.

Hibari glowered at the bleeding woman. Her arm was streaked with crimson due to the wound near her shoulder and lying a few feet from her was the dagger that was obviously the weapon used to end her attacker. She looked so pathetic and weak, her clothes torn and bruises forming on her face.

“You finally caught me.” Haru mumbled.

There was no reply.

“Though I guess I’m in no condition to give a proper fight,” she continued, though she sounded listless and unfocused. “I know you-.”

“Do you believe yourself to be some sort of martyr? Some sad little girl who’s fate she can’t control?” though he spoke softly, there was sharp steel layered behind his voice that threatened to rip her to shreds. “Your actions mean nothing.”

So directionless and stupid.

“The Vongola base in Belgium is destroyed,” she ignored the barb behind his words. “Almost half of the bases owned by the Vongola internationally have been seized by the police. It won’t be long until Vongola’s headquarters in Italy will be taken as well.”

Like he gave a crap about that. His silence told her that much. Hibari spun his tonfas forward, the smooth edge of it pressed underneath Haru’s child, lifting her face up so that they could see eye to eye.

“The next time we meet, I’ll bite you dead.” He said impassively, though the smoldering in his eyes clearly indicated his displeasure over the situation. “Make sure you become prey worthy of that hunt.”



The fourth time they met, it was she who sought him this time.

He’d been lounging in one of the worn down bar settee within the dimly lit room, in his hand a glass of a Manhattan. From a few feet away was a pair of plainclothes officers, whispering amongst themselves about some sort of covert operation. Since the war against the national defense force began, the Vongola and all of its brethren had been diligently keeping an eye on them to prevent any more surprise attacks. Unfortunately, it was as though they were always one step ahead of them, destroying their bases one by one...

The work of the ‘fucking traitor’ as Gokudera liked to put it.

Any other day, Hibari would have never taken upon himself to do something as boring as spying. However, he needed a drink and it was simply convenient that those two herbivores were whispering amongst themselves in the best bar in this dump. Unfortunately, despite the sharp sting of the alcohol, it was doing nothing for him. Perhaps confronting those officers would be a better choice... interrogation would be a hell of a lot more interesting than watching them mumble about nothing.

The cushion beside him gave in slightly and a sweet scent permeated his senses. His form tensed, but he didn’t move when a soft, warm body pressed itself against his solid form. Hibari was already ready to casually shove the woman off of him, the police noticing be damned, when a melancholic voice whispered melodically into his ear.

“I didn’t believe the Guardian of the Cloud would dare to lower himself to such investigations.”

His automatic response was to snake his arm around her shoulders, effectively trapping her against him and preventing any sort of escape. He wanted to turn his head, to look at her, but instead, she curled herself against him and pressed her head against his neck. Her hand gently caressed his purple dress shirt, running her fingers over his taut chest.

“You’re too tense,” she murmured. “They’ve noticed you watching them.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw black strands. A cover, perhaps. Still, the voice was unmistakable. This presence belonged to her.

“However,” she continued while drawing meandering circles on his torso, “they haven’t realized who you are just yet.”

“Your arm has healed,” he remarked and traced the scar that lingered. The wound had been too severe and had left its mark. Briefly, he wondered if there were any more on her. How deep were those scars? What had she gone through to obtain them?

“So it has,” she spoke only to stop, startled when fingers grasped her chin and tilted her face so that she was looking straight at him. His skin was cold to the touch due to the drink he had previously been indulging him. Haru didn’t resist him, mostly surprised that he’d done such a thing at all.

Hibari toyed with the black strands on her head and her eyes, a vibrant green. They looked wrong, so misplaced, and yet at the same time, so right. Another mask upon the mask she’d always worn around them. A stranger, never known by any.

Without warning, Hibari pressed his lips against hers. Haru’s eyes widened and he grabbed the back of her head, keeping her still as he slanted his lips better against her own. His tongue traced the seams of her lips, but he didn’t force them open and instead gently worried her bottom lip with his teeth. His eyes were also still open and they stared straight into hers.

The blush was heavy on her cheeks and he could feel her heartbeat thudding against her chest. For someone who has killed so many men, it was odd that something as innocent as a kiss would affect her so much. Not to mention, she was the one who approached him first.

But when she hesitantly opened her mouth, he nearly purred in approval. There was no hesitation as he accepted her invitation, his tongue curling hotly around her own while coaxing it to enter his own mouth. Her eyes were slowly closing as she simply let herself go, tasting the slight bitterness of the whiskey in his mouth mixed in with the subtle sweetness of the vermouth.

His hand was trailing down from her hair and down her back, tracing her spine in a way that had her pressed herself harder into him, a slight whimsical moan escaping between their joined lips. Hibari’s grabbed onto her hips, hoisting her onto his lap where she straddled him, her fingers curled tightly around the front of his shirt while the slinky red dressed hiked up to her thighs.

The feel of the damp heat between her legs made him growl and without warning, he made a sharp thrust upward. Her eyes clenched shut tighter and it was only due to how he kept her locked in the kiss that her loud moan was swallowed by him.

There was a loud cough and the sound of coins and paper money being dropped on the table belonging to the cops.

It was like a splash of ice cold water thrown at her by reality.

Her movements began to slow, but he gave no opportunity to stop. His hands clutched onto her hips tightly as he began to roll them towards him, the friction between the two of them causing her to bite his lip hard without meaning to. In retaliation, he dug his fingers into her hips, being sure to leave bruises that would last for at least over a week.

It was obvious that he had experience in this, where she did not. And it was completely unfair.

But at the same time... so... so...

Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as she desperately held onto him, the sensation throughout her body overwhelming enough that her eyes had turned damp. Like before, without warning, his hands had stilled and she’d collapsed against him, shivering and trembling for something she didn’t understand.

No, she did understand.

But did she want it?

“The pathetic herbivores are gone...” his low tenured voice was enough to make her briefly tighten her hold around him. The sound was enough to send a warm heat down her belly. But then his words registered in her head and she all but attempted to push away from him. He let her, but didn’t release his hands from her hips, keeping her still pressed intimately against him.

“T-Then you weren’t noticed,” damn, her voice was shaking and she couldn’t look at him. Instead, her eyes trailed down his lips, so red and thoroughly kissed, and she flinched, trailing lower only to realize that looking down didn’t make it any better.

Don’t cry.

She would not cry.

Hibari lazily thumbed her jutting hipbone through the silky material of her dress. The previous desire to fight her, to test his strength against her, had all but vanished now. It was like when he’d come upon her, broken and bleeding, in that hotel room. She was an injured lioness, limping and snarling with her vicious teeth, seemingly able to do critical damage in the eyes of those around her, but actually completely helpless to whatever fate would befall her.

“I’ll be in Paris for another week,” his words barely registered in her head as the moment his grip on her hips loosened, she scrambled off of him. “The top floor of Banke Hotel.”

Her reflexes kicked in as she saw something sailing straight for her face. There was a light metallic clink and, to her confusion, a set of keys were in her hands.

“And next time,” she instinctively looked at him as he addressed her and almost took a step back. Hibari was sitting against the settee with his arms spread on the head of it, providing the illusion of being poised and relaxed, but betrayed by the sharp intensity within his eyes. There was no smile on his face, only a calculative predatory look while his voice came out in a tightly restrained, guttural growl, “lose the wig and contacts.”



::owari::


AU: Soo... this is what I started writing last week and it was coming out all weird, which was why I didn't bother posting it. Yesterday, while a bit delirious with a fever, I tried continuing this thing again. I have a slight idea as to what I was going for this, but at the same time -and this is what writer's block can do to you- I kind of don't.

I was trying something a bit different here. Characters might be a bit OOC because of that, haha. This was something I've been toying with for a while... an undercover Haru who's actually a spy against the Vongola, but as shown above, she's struggling a lot with that fact (well, minus the whole Haru/Hibari part. Haha, I added that in after reading reviews about wanting more 1886). :) If I do make sequel oneshots of this, I do have an ending in mind for it. However, it'll be in the way, way back-burner compared to the other fanfics I'm working on.

Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed! :D Feel free to leave a review sharing your thoughts.

20 comments:

  1. //goosebumps// omg kyoya is always the dominant one.. i love that about him and omg i wonder what haru felt when (i think) she was ordered to beat tsuna.. :( and tsuna-sannnnn why didn't you just block her attacks??? i know that it's because of the arrest warrant and shit but cant it count as self-defense??? huhu i can't stand you getting hurt huhu

    btw, i hope you're alright now. drink plenty of water and eat fruits so you won't get ill ^^ holidays are in a cold weather that's probably why you got sick lately. hwaiting!!

    anyhow, i love this fic. thank you very much for posting this. it was worth the wait ^^

    P.S: Does yamamoto like haru here? he seems pretty upset with the circumstances.. but it's probably because haru is their friend..
    -rain

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    1. Haha, I was trying to show just how strong Haru was. Well, that and because Tsuna wouldn't dare lay a hand on Haru. I guess it's just not in him, especially since he'll probably always perceive her as the girl who's so loud and cheerful all the time and not someone who could beat the crap out of him.

      I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you! :D

      Haha, Yamamoto is pretty mysterious. I'd say it's still unsure as to whether he likes her here or not, but one thing's for sure and it's that he cares for her deeply. He's also pretty upset about the development, though he's not as expressive about it as Gokudera :/

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  2. kyaaa!~~
    omg!~~~
    I am not exactly a fan for 1886, I am more of harem86 & 2786 type but this is AWESOME!~~~
    I hope there will be a little sequel 2-3 or 2-5 chaps for this, I sooo LOVE IT!~~~
    Keep up the great work!~~~
    Ja ne!~~~

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    1. :D thank you! Haha yes, there may be sequels of this in the future! Like I mentioned in the comments, I originally thought of this plot without any real romance in it... but I kind of slipped it in because I know some people were hurting for some 1886 xD

      Thanks for the review~~

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  3. This. Is. Awesome *q*

    I was smiling so hard as the last part ahahaha xD. Anyways, thank you for taking your time writing your story, and the thought of Haru being a spy is so different from usual Haru stories and I love it! Ehehe;;; thank you again and I reread this like ten times before writing a comment here ahaha

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    1. :D thank you! I've had this idea in my head for a long, long time. I just never really had the time to write it and because it would have gotten so long and complicated, I figured I'd never have time to really write it. Instead, I figured it'll be best to have something 'short' like this where it's just drabbles/oneshots of the little moments that would've taken place of a fanfic.

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  4. I need more!!! Like OMG will there be sexy time? Will they fall in love? Please!!! I need more!! I've been a ghost reader all my life but Gob I need more!!!

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    1. :D I do plan on writing sequels for this! Just need the time for it.

      Thanks for the review~~~

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  5. Okay. Wow. Haru as a traitor? Haru conflicted? Hibari obsessed with beating her??? SO MUCH SO THAT HE'S STALKING HER ALL OVER THE WORLD?? Yes please!

    I really enjoyed reading this. It wasn't weird at all though. I mean the only complaint I have is having Haru be a virgin still. Keeping with her background and secrecy, plus the fact that her betrayal must have come when she was in her late 20s, I find it hard to believe she wouldn't have known pleasure. She can still be easily embarrassed though lol! But nothing is wrong with her having experience, right? Better to face off with Hibari in bed ;)

    I wonder how Tsuna feels about it. On one hand I like the Vongola but in the other hand they are a mafia group so it was only natural that the Security Bodies of the World would come after them. Haru learning their ways and compiling data on them so seamlessly to use against them makes me smile (am I weird that I'm rooting for Haru??).

    I would love to read about the other character's reactions to the truth and how they struggle to view her as the enemy if you get inspired!

    Hope this finds you well.

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    1. LOL well we all know what Hibari's like. Once he's sunk his fangs into something, it's near impossible to shake him off.

      Ah, about the whole virginity part! That's a good interpretation too. I felt like it could go either ways. I was pretty much 50/50 on it. In the series, Haru seems like a hopeless romantic. In that sense, she might either not want to give herself so easily, especially with the circumstances of her life, or it's because of the circumstances of her life and how she was maybe even forced to give herself away so early that she's a hopeless romantic. Haha, so yeah, 50/50 on it.

      I decided to be a little nicer to her here, since she's suffering so much, and have her go against her mom forcing herself to give herself away for the sake of a mission. In the end, she'll be the one to decide who she gives herself away too because to the hopeless romantic Haru, it's all about the connection and vulnerability between the two. She's thrown a lot of herself away because of her mother and so, she fought to keep at least this right.

      Haha... about the Tsuna part and the whole mafia thing... well, that'll be giving stuff away once I have the time to write sequels of this ;D And no, I agree too! It's fun thinking about the possibility of there being more to Haru than meets the eye.

      Thank you. I hope I get inspired -not to mention have the time- to write more about this as well.

      Thanks for the review~~

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    2. Oooooo I like where you're coming from with her chasity! Haru wanting at least that much control over her body, when she hasn't had much control over her life, does make sense. Hope all is well with you!

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    3. :) I'm glad that makes sense. I was sorely tempted into making it so that maybe Haru even has difficulty feeling anything (physical or emotional) when it comes to being intimate with another person due to hers situation (until Hibari came along. Heck, if I ended up turning this into a harem, maybe until all the guys came along xD)... but yeah, I thought that'd be too dark/sad for her and wanted to be a little nicer to her for this part.

      Thanks for the review!

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  6. Oh you're so awesome. This fic is so good. I love you. Please writing the sequel with fighting scenes between hibari and haru and of course hot scenes as well (♡´艸`)thank you very much

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    1. :D I've been toying with ideas of a sequel! Hopefully there'll be one in the near future. Thanks for the review!

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  7. You really knows how to push the right buttons...I love it so much. Chilling...absorbing...promises to keep readers up reading..I hope you can make a sequel for this. And more of Kyoya and haru together. Thank you so much...

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    1. :) Thank you. There are ideas floating around in my head. Hopefully they'll become reality in the future. I also want to write more 1886 fanfics! Thanks for the review!

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  8. Oh goodness! It's poignant to think that Haru could actually ripped him apart. She was so awesome and cool in this oneshot. Imagine even the cloud guardian are no match for her. This was really amazing, intriguing and compelling. It was delightfully entertaining for me to the fact that Kyoya was chasing her to get his revenge since losing a battle with her is such a humiliating turn of events. But unexpectedly, they end up sharing a passionate kiss to each other. What the heck? Chilling much,hehehe. They are so adorable.

    I think it needs a sequel. Oh my, I want another chapter of this. I'm so curious, what her intentions of doing so since we all know that Tsuna was one of her most precious friend. And why on earth Tsuna didn't do anything to stop her. Gosh! I'm so desperate for the sequel...thank you. Enjoying much while reading this remarkable oneshot. Keep it up.

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    1. Daww, your review made my day. Sorry for posting it so late though. It's been really busy for me. @__@

      I'm glad you enjoyed this so much! Between you and me, I do want to write a sequel for it. Unfortunately, between my writer's block/head cold and work, I'm amazed I get anything done. I have a WIP for a sequel, but whether it gets finished anytime soon... we'll see.

      Thank you for the review~~ I'll do my best with the sequel! :)

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  9. Whoa! This was awesome. Suspenseful plot with a bit of romance in the end...so much thrill and chill, haha. Haru was pretty amazing in here - strong, smart and capable. Even Hibari Kyoya cannot equal her skills, haha. Her pride was scarred; so...Indubitably, he’ll seek after her for ultimate challenge. His desperate pursuit was quiet entertaining. And Kyoya was such a man...at least he wasn’t taking advantage in Haru’s state of vulnerability. Actually, the last part was kind of surprised and entrancing. Haha, his lust for retaliation leads to physical desire. Maybe, chasing her that long change the course of his primary objectives.

    Ahh, I was craving for more. It wasn’t enough to satiate my curiosity, just so you know. I totally agree with everyone else, it does deserve a sequel. It was so good to read. I’m glad I found your blog site and oh my, heaps of Haru/Kyoya fanfics and one-shot, my favourite pair. Everything here was delightful and exciting to read.

    A million thanks to you. I definitely indulged myself from reading your awe-inspiring fanfics/one-shots. I won’t get tired reading it all over again. You’re amazing writer. I think some winding up will help you back in no time. I hope you’re in a good shape right now.

    Best of luck!

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    1. Wow, you made my day while I was at work and the notification for a review popped up in my email.

      Thank you so much for this review. :) Haha, yeah, if I wrote a sequel, I was hoping to go into more detail about Hibari's change from chasing after her for a challenge to physically desiring her in the end. Actually, I was very interested in writing the sequel. Unfortunately, life is making it very difficult that I've started so many things, that I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to write a multi-chapter fanfic for this. At most, I can write a sequel that isn't as detailed as a multi-chaptered fanfic. Something to think about, I suppose.

      :) Thank you very much. I'm feeling much better now and am slowly working my way into writing fanfics again. Hopefully we'll see each other again soon!

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